"Did I?" I say, giving him a skeptical look, because I don't really remember this being in the vows. And what I might've understood, when he first turned up in the city, didn't really encompass the depth of shit that he's carrying around with him now.

"I don't even really know what I'm supposed to do. I mean, I know I can... I can reach out and just touch it, sorta. But... I dunno what the fuck I'm supposed to do, from there."

But maybe it's an instinctual sort of thing. Maybe we're both just fucked.